Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.